The Hobbit / LOTR -oneshots

Meetings - Eomer

Warnings: injuries, battle (and my absolute lack of skills in writing it)
Word count: 2412
Other: -
Requested: by TheAnduin and Kalumiko425 . For the first time ever I combined two requests because they were so similar that it would have been silly repetition to write both.

Eomer keeps popping up in your life in times you wouldn't expect.

Eomer had gotten shot with an arrow fired by a straggler orc. The men he had left Edoras after his banishment had killed it quickly, but the damage had already been done. The arrow was sunk deep, and it was clear that it needed tending to after the arrow was removed. So he just grits his teeth and powers through the pain. He tried to keep the shoulder as relaxed as possible, but the slightest of moves shifted the arrow and shot a flash of pain through the whole arm, making it impossible to use. He could ride with one hand, but it was hard and the constant movements of the horse were not helping the wound to heal.

One early morning, three days after Eomer was shot they spotted a warm glow of a fire coming from the edge of the forest. The forest was too calm for it to be orcs, there were no shouts of aggression, no rowdy laughter, and no pained cries of animals. They decided to approach, and it came as a slight suprise when they saw the woman sitting next to the fire. Dressed from head to toe in pale brown leather, the hood covered her head but not her eyes, which were bright and easily visible, even in the slowly illuminating morning. Eomer was instantly intrigued.
"Can I help you in some way, gentlemen?" Her voice was smooth and pleasant to the ear. Eomer landed from his horse with a grunt, sitting down heavily next to the fire.
"I was wondering if I could warm up some water to clean my wound and then we'll be on our way and out of yours." Your smile turned into a frown and you slid your hood off your head, revealing your h/c hair, as you inched forward.
"You're injured?" Eomer nodded numbly and your eyes softened.
"There is no reason to leave, I enjoy the company, as I mostly travel alone." You introduced yourself as his men jumped down from their horses. Some of them left to take the horses to the lake and the rest sat down to rest their eyes for a moment before the journey continued.
"I could take a look at your wound if you'll allow me. I have a few gifts in the art of healing?" At your words, he turned slightly and allowed you to take a look at his back.

You clicked your tongue when you saw the wound and the arrow still sticking out of it. Most of the stem of the arrow had been broken off, but the head and a short part of the stem were still embedded into him.
"This should have been shown to a healer the moment you got it, the arrow is in deep." Your hands prodded the area around the arrow gently, and Eomer felt his heart jump as your eyes studied him with practiced hands. They were so gentle and careful not to cause him any unnecessary pain.

As your hands slid across the plain of his bare back, binding the wound after removing the arrow, you couldn't help but admire the clear and defined muscles under the fabric. Eomer, as he had introduced himself, was handsome, in a rugged way, but there was clearly more to him. The way that he carried himself was proud, almost royal, and you suspected there was more to him than he was telling you, but you didn't want to prod. You had just met him, you didn't want to prod.
"There, all wrapped up. I put little herbs to the wound to quicken the healing, but you should rinse it in a few days and keep it clean to keep out infections." You slipped the end of the bandage hidden, making sure it was secure so it wouldn't come off when he was moving.

Eomer stood up to test the range of his movements and found it surprisingly good, all the while you tried to yourself from unabashedly staring at his bare chest but still snuck peaks of him as you collected your supplies.
"Thank you." His words were genuine as he carefully tugged his shirt over his head, observing as you packed your herbs and other medications back into the small leather pouch. He couldn't help but admire the poise your hands worked in, every movement was thought out and careful.
"Who do you travel with?" Eomer tried to appear nonchalant, but he knew that you traveled alone, there was no indication of anyone else traveling with you, and all your supplies were only enough for one person. He just wanted to know why.
"No one, most of the time it's just me and my thoughts." You muttered, tightening the pull strings around the pouch that held your medicine before you tossed it inside the bag that held the rest of your equipment.
"It must be lonely." Eomer quipped, picking up his jacket and dusting off the few stray blades of grass that clung to it.
"At times it is, yes, but you get used to it. When you do, you truly don't miss the company, you can just be at peace with your own thoughts." You picked up your bag and swung it to your back, a small smile on your lips.
"Remember to extinguish the fire when you are leaving." You had taken a few steps before Eomer found his voice after his astonishment.
"You're leaving already? But- I- We..." Eomer was panicking, you couldn't just leave! There were so many questions he wanted to ask.
"You and your men are heading north, my heart yearns for the south. But I hope that our paths will cross." And you truly did. You truly hoped that this was not the last time you would see the blond-haired rider.